"I love Santana! I love Santana!" Sebastian chanted childishly as he ran towards her bedroom. His presence at her house was expected if Santana was home. "I love my Tana, very, very much!" With a jewellery box in one hand and his camera in the other, he rushed into her bedroom.
"Shut up," Santana grumbled from her bed, digging her head deeper into her pillow,"Its the middle of the night."
"San, its noon."
"On a Saturday, same thing." She loved sleeping, she got barely any every single night of the week besides Friday, so seeing her up and going before three in the afternoon on Saturday was a rare sight.
Sebastian chuckled, slipping off his shoes and climbing beside her. "Cmon, Sleeping Beauty, come lay over here." Santana tiredly obeyed, flipping herself over and cuddling into his chest. He looked down at her lovingly, admiring how gorgeous she was just like that. No make up, just a look of peace and serenity on her tanned face. Her hair was let down and her dark, messy curls and waves framed her sleeping head. She was absolutely beautiful, and she was all his. He never thought he could be more in love.
Click.